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“Ah I can always get a new one, don’t worry about it.” He murmured, smiling sweetly. He perked up, moving to a door next to the kitchen area. Behind the door was a closet filled with blankets and towels and what looked like a bunch of old, bloodied weapons. “Here,” He said, pulling a blanket out. Marcus walked to Firiko and draped the blanket over the other’s wings and shoulders. “It gets cold, keep warm.”